The silence is broken when the night bird calls
And wakens thoughts of long ago.
I remember ones that I loved so,
"Dear God, why did they have to go"?
I remember dusty country roads,
The supper is over, the dishes are done.
A thousand times I've lived that scene
When your country calls and you must go
I see lines of men upon the road
The years go by, I'm old and gray
A dusty place that had no name
The only sound the hum of bees
Birds chirping in the trees
A place that only god would know
A place that very few would go.
Beneath an old tree
I found a seat
I know beneath this
This girl who is
Did her loved ones
say a prayer to god?
Dear girl all the
years that you been here
Oh I am sure Joan
Now the evening sun
is dropping low
Now the wagons and
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